#if they did that and none of the other campers came back

[ashdash2417]

How do you think the kids will look in the new season?

Not sure honestly. I was kinda thinking this new season would take place the very next year, and everyone else would have the same appearance for the most part. :p (Haven’t really thought about it though pfbt.)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

HERE TO ANSWER THE PRAYER FOR LUKE REQS!!

So- Ares! Reader who’s the sister of Clarisse. And Luke is like hopelessly obsessed with her, and Clarisse like HATES him for liking her. So during a game of capture the flag… iykyk

I really don’t got any ideas past that so you have full creative freedom with this one 🙃

𝒪𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃

warnings: just some making out against a tree, nothing else !

Capture the flag Day. You didn't know whether you hated or loved it. You were training with Clarisse when he came up to you.

"Hey, y/n," he spoke, leaning against a tree. His arms were folded and he watched you down the water in your bottle. You released the bottle from your mouth, giving him a small smile.

"Hey, Luke, what's up?" You asked while Clarisse side-eyed him, and just before he could answer, she opened her mouth.

"Go away, Castellan, we're busy." she spat harshly, making him smile, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You just shrugged.

"Now!" she barked out and pointed, he held his hands up in mock defense and walked away. You looked at Clarisse and she huffed.

"You gonna do this with everyone who likes me?" you asked her, amused at the previous exchange with the boy.

"No. I just hate him." She grumbled out, pushing past you. You followed her.

"Aweeee, my little sister cares for me!" you said with a wide smile, putting your hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.

"Whatever."

-----

Capture the flag day. You loved it. You stood on the grass, listening to your sister shout directions at the campers. You felt eyes burning into you, causing you to look over and see none other than Luke Castellan staring at you from the other side.

He gave you a small smile, you gave him one back, he turned back to Annabeth, a light pink hue on his face.

“Y/n, are you even paying attention?” She asked you, you turning your focus back to her with an eye roll. “Yes. Go in the woods, distract any campers I see, blah blah blah.” You told her, she just huffed and turned to the rest of the campers.

Having a little sister who was also the bossiest person in camp was tiring.

You glanced around the seemingly empty forest, looking behind trees for traps or people. But you saw neither.

You were wrong.

You were thrown off guard when someone came up behind you, putting their hand over your mouth. Your eyes went wide, their hands going to your body, pinning you against a tree.

They took their hands off, releasing you and standing front of you with a grin.

Luke fucking Castellan.

“Luke?!” You spoke, voice full of shock. He shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You gave him a knowing look. You always came over here.

“Okay, maybe I did.” He held his hands up in defense, you rolled your eyes and lightly shoved the boy. “Just came to see what you were doing, damn.”

“So you’re not gonna beat me up or anything?” You asked him, slightly confused.

“Usually I would. But I wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty face, would I?” He asked you with a small smirk. You shaking your head.

“You’re just scared.” You told him, going closer to him, he furrowed an eyebrow, looking down at you.

“Oh am I?”

“I would beat you.” You told him quietly, your faces were so close, you could feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear as he leaned in.

“Sure you would.” He replied, leaning away and looking at you, his hand went to your jaw, thumb caressing your skin.

You were tired of playing this game. You leaned in, capturing his lips in yours. It was a teeth clashing, pinning against a tree type kiss, the one where you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back against the bark of the tree as you let out quiet moans that he swallowed back up, your hand traveling his back, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You don’t know how long you stayed kissing each other, when he finally pulled away, his lips were red and swollen, mouth slightly agape, his hair messy from your touch.

He looked like one of the Gods themselves, it made you smile, pulling him back in for more until you were interrupted by the sound of someone.

“Oh, shitttt! Alright, Luke, I see you.” Chris’s voice spoke, both of you pulling away to look at him. Next to him was Clarisse.

“What the fuck?!” She exclaimed, already stomping over to Luke. Your eyes widened and you grabbed your stuff, leaving Luke as you ran, him following you.

“Oh, come on! Don’t leave me here with her!” He shouted.

“You’re on your own, babe!” You shouted over your shoulder, watching him continue to try and follow you.

[kaciebello]

Us before you and me

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem) Summary: Luke and the readers’ relationship before they became a couple. Luke is an absolute loser when it comes to crushes. Warning: no use of y/n, luke is a total looser author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1,3k

Luke Castellan was 14 when he came to the camp, and he was sad. Not only did he just lose a friend that turned into a tree, but he had to pretend to like his dad.

Now that he was 15, his mind was somewhere else, his friends to be exact. He tried to make friends with everyone. But these two in the Hermes cabin just caught his eye. They argued all the time, it was almost unbearable, and yet they refused to sleep anywhere but next to each other. It has been a few months since they got here, and somehow their banter has extended to him.

So now that he and Chris were watching the Aphrodite girlies, Chris had dragged him out. He was talking about something Luke did not care about. He only started to pay attention when he slapped him. Luke gave him a confused look.

“You're not even looking man,” Cris says.

“Because it's creepy!” Luke argues back. It was creepy, they disguised themself as resting campers next to the Aphrodite cabin. To him, and everyone else, it looked like Cris just discovered what a woman is. Granted, they just turned 15, so he is certain that was the case. Luke couldn't bring himself to care. When he thought about girls only one face came to his mind, and he was not about to confess that to his friend.

“Don't you see them! They look good!” Chri says back. 

“I like someone already.” Chris looks at him with a deadpaned look. Absolute silence. Maybe Luke really should not have said anything. According to Chris, Luke could have anyone in the camp. Even crowing him as the heartthrob of the camp.  Luke tried to move on as fast as he could from this conversation, however, Chris's attention was sparked, and would not let go of the conversation.

They kept going back and forth and none of them noticed a familiar girl come their way.

“ Stop spying on the aphrodite cabin like they are some prey!” She says, effectively tearing them out of their argument.

“ Prey?? What are we? Animas?” Luke was quick to defend himself. He didn't even want to be here.

“ Not you, you raging virgin,”  Chris says and gives him a side-eye. The girl just rolls her eyes. 

“I'm not a virgin!” Luke's voice cracked, not something he wanted to happen while defending his honor. His eyes snap to the girl, hoping that she would believe him. But she looked like she wouldn't even believe he had hair on his head. Luke signs defeat. There is no winning in this. He just has to come to terms with the fact that his crush thinks he's a total loser.

–

When Luke turned 16 he realized he wanted to look ripped. And he wanted to get girls, well a specific one but he will not say that aloud. He will tell you he just wants to be a better hero with glory and all that. However Luke was 16, and he had no better idea than to practice in front of his crush.

He was nervous. Sweating. He couldn't tell if it was from the sword fighting or her. She was just sitting down and looking at him. His heart was beating way too fast for his liking. So he was very glad when his opponent called it quits and he could rest.

He went and sat down next to the girl. She smiled and handed him a towel and cold water. He rolled his sleeves up his shoulders to feel some of the cold air. The girl had to do a double-take at him. He could see her in the corner of his eye looking at him. He flexed his arms just a little.

“ Exposing your biceps like that? What a slut.” She says. His eyes widen for a second before he composes himself. He turns to her with a smirk on his face.

“ You like that don't you.”  That stopped her in the tracks. He could practically see the clogs turn in her head.

“Maybe I do.” She says, her eyes fixated on his arms. Luke went red and looked away. He could feel her arm on him as she studied his mussels. He let her arm wander, they were seemingly in their world.  Her arms slip to his chest. He looked down and then back to her.

“ I know my pecs are big but can you stop objectifying me?” The girl stopped in her tracks and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Nah.” With that, she just continued to feel him up. He just let her.

—

Luke was 17 when one of his closest friends was claimed by Hades and had to move out of the cabin into a small room above the medical storage unit. He helped her move the stuff, not that she had much but still. When he walked into the room he saw her standing with Chris, who upon seeing him gave him a smirk. Luke sat the bag down and turned around to see Crish walking out giving him a wink.

Luke turned to the girl with a confused look. She just shrugged and thanked him for bringing the bag. He could feel the tension in the air. Luke looked around the room. It wasn't big, but it was something, and first and foremost it was private. Not something he could say about his bed. He looked at the girl again. She was not sporting a black camp shirt instead of an orange one. Fitting for a Hades kid. 

When his eyes got to her face his heart jumped to her throat for a bit. She was looking at him with a sheepish smile. 

“So Chris said-” Right then and there he knew. He knew his friend had said something he shouldn't.

“Don't believe Chris !” He yelped and grabbed her hand. Silently he begged her to forget whatever the boy told her. She raised her eyebrows at him.

“ So you don't get a major ‘love boner’ every time you see me?” A whine leaves Luke's lips.

“Why did he have to put it like that.” He says his voice high-pitched. The girl just let out a laugh.

—

Luke was 18 when he confessed. He was 18 when she confessed back. And he was 18 when he kissed his crush of 4 years.  He was 18 now lying in the Hermes cabin looking at the ceiling dreamingly. He could only remember what her hands and lips felt on him. The other 3 boys were taking none of that.

“He's a mess. Like mess mess.” Says Connor looking at his counsellor with a weird look, before turning to his brother who wore a similar expression.

“ Mess in distress but still the best dressed?” Answered Travis. He has been cursed by one of the Apollo kids to say things that rhyme but not really.  It's been going on for a week now with no sign of going away.

“He's definitely not best dressed, I can tell you that.” Says Chris sitting at the foot of Luke's bed cleaning his nails.

Lukes wasn't paying them attention. He finally achieved what he wanted since 15.  He could handle the teasing if it meant he could sneak into her room after calling lights out. One of the twins poked him in the ribs but he just swatted them away.

He could hear them say he was gone, but the only thing he could think about was his girlfriend. 

It was a year later when he was 19 and risked everything.

[triptuckers]

wild flowers - percy jackson

Request: yes! "Can I request a platonic Percy Jackson x Child of Demeter!Reader based off the new Disney series? Where Child of Demeter!Reader is significantly older than Percy (17/18 maybe?) and is the one to welcome him to camp instead of Luke. Reader is more gentle and understanding to Percy's questions and is in general sort of a parent figure in the camp?" Pairing:  percy jackson x demeter!reader (platonic) Summary:  you welcome the newest kid at camp half-blood Warnings:  none (omg??) Word count:  1.1K A/N: was excited when I saw the new episode will be out on Tuesday but then I looked at the time zone and it's 3 am for me so I'll still watch it on wednesday :') thanks for your request, enjoy!

you try not to look away as percy, the newest addition to camp half-blood, nearly shoots another camper. he falls to the ground due to the force of the bow.

'alright.' you say, walking over to see if percy's okay. 'so not archery.'

'I didn't mean to!' says percy, looking at the kids who had flattened themselves to the ground to avoid being shot.

'of course you didn't, they know that. can I have the bow?' you say.

percy quickly shoves the bow in your hands as well as the quiver of arrows. you hand them back to the apollo kid who was teaching him with a thanks and an apologetic smile.

'see, I suck at this.' says percy. 'I'm not good at anything.'

'hey, that's not true.' you say. 'everyone is good at something. c'mon, I'll take you to my favorite spot at camp.'

that gets his attention. 'your favorite spot?'

'yep. right this way.'

you lead him away from the archery field. you can tell he's curious. you take him to the strawberry field, where some of the satyrs and your siblings are tending to the plants.

you walk past the strawberries to a field of grass where wild flowers grow.

'it's pointless.' says percy as the two of you sit down.

you frown. 'what is?'

he gestures around. 'all of this. I'm not one of you. it's clear there's something wrong with me. none of this matters because my dad won't reveal himself, he doesn't care. my mom is gone. I suck at archery. and I can't work in the forge. I can't do anything.'

you look at him. most kids are tough on themselves when they arrive. percy isn't any different.

'at least you didn't suck as much at archery than I did.' you say. 'contrary to you, I actually did hit someone when trying out archery '

percy's eyes widen. 'you did?'

you nod. 'apollo kids had to patch them up. luckily it wasn't that bad. but still I haven't touched a bow since. and I'm also not good at sword fighting. I only carry one because it's the weapon I suck the least with.'

'what if you suck at everything?' asks percy softly.

you smile at him. 'this is all normal. we all felt like this when we came here, regardless if we could already fight or not. and look at me, I still can't fight that well. I'm a joke compared to luke and clarisse if it comes to fighting. gods, even annabeth is better than me and she's your age.'

you point ahead to the strawberry fields. 'my cabin doesn't bring forth the best fighters. and that's okay. we're good at other things.' you say.

percy looks at your siblings, sure enough, not a lot of them carry weapons. maybe you do because you're head counsellor of your cabin.

'when did you find out who your mom was?' asks percy.

you sense he's not just curious about your godly heritage. he wants to know how long it would take before his father claims him. and he already knows there are unclaimed kids.

'for me it was pretty clear. I've always loved plants. I've got an impressive garden back at home.' you say. 'demeter claimed me my second day at camp.'

'so pretty fast...'

'for some kids it's fast. for some it's slow. some kids are very certain about who their godly parent is and sometimes they're right and sometimes they're not. you can't predict it with 100% accuracy.'

'did someone guess it correctly?'

'most of the times it's the athena kids who are right about their hunches. but they're athena kids of course, very smart. also a lot of ares kids are right. and for others it's a 50/50 chance. for instance, milo. everyone was convinced he was a hephaestus kid because he really liked to blow stuff up. turns out he's an athena kid. he's just really smart about blowing stuff up.'

'I bet I'm a kid of the god or failure or something. I'm just a regular kid, I'm not special. I don't have any impressive powers. not like you.'

'you think my powers are impressive?' you chuckle. 'I'm good with plants percy. over the years I've learned how to master those. but at first all I did was accidentally make flower patches.'

percy looks at you, frowning. 'you what?'

you laugh, then point to your shoes. they look like you've worn them every day for the past five years. which you have, somehow they won't wear down.

'these were a gift from my mom. if I don't wear them, flowers grow where I walk.'

'really?'

you nod and take them off. you get up and walk a circle around percy. and indeed, flowers grow where you put your feet down on the grass. you pick one and give it to percy, then put your shoes back on.

'it's the only thing I still can't master. maybe it's not something to be mastered. I'd ask my mom but the only time I saw her was when I was out fighting for my life. wasn't really the time to ask about flowers. she didn't even give me my shoes in person, just sent them here.'

you and percy are silent as you look out over the valley. you remember your first days at camp, how scared you were. you didn't know anyone, you were told your mom was a goddess, and you could never have a moment alone because there would always be someone who could find you based on the flowers you left behind.

'everyone here has been through what you're going through now.' you say. 'maybe they didn't experience it in the same way. I mean, you did kill the minotaur. but all of them have been confused, wondered about wether they belong, if there's something wrong with them. we all found our way in the end.'

'did you feel like you didn't belong?'

'sure. but then chiron explained to me it's all because of the gods. we've got dyslexia because our brain is wired in greek. the adhd is from our need to fight. it's all in our dna. just give it time, you'll belong. any other questions?'

'what do you do when you're not at camp?'

you smile. 'try not to run into any monsters and wait for the time to go to camp again. you'll find your family here, percy, trust me. now let's see if the aphrodite can teach you anything.'

you get up and offer your hand to percy. after pulling him to his feet, you start to walk toward the aphrodite cabin.

'you know, regardless of what cabin you belong to, you can always come to me if you have any questions.' you say.

percy smiles at you. 'thanks.'

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

[vacayisland]

Hiii I saw that you were still doing requests so I was wondering if you could do a John Dory x Reader van life fanfic?

I dont have anything particular to ask for just a little story of how it would be like to live with JD in Rhonda and have a simple life after all of the events that happened with Floyd and stuff :)

@!; "Put on Pants!" John Dory / Reader

"Summary"! You love JD, you really do... but at this point, you're about two seconds from slapping his pants in his face if he won't put them on!... and this is exactly how your mornings always start with your husband <3 "Tags"! Fluff and a dumb plot I made with my friend for a goofy story. Also I'm very very sleepy while writing this <3 I was also being silly, I need to have fun writing <3 @writergal02 @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen

@!; You loved John Dory, you really did. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have married him all those years ago, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have put up with his weird antics or his little shenanigans, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have left your old life behind to start a new one with him, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be here right now arguing about him and his pants! It was a very odd argument, not even an argument more like a back and forth bicker, about John Dory refusing to wear his pants inside of the house. Not only not his pants, but his shirt as well! Now, granted, you understood where he came from. It’s his house as well, you both lived in Rhonda after all, and he did live here first, but you also lived here! And not to get you wrong, you could stare at the site of your husband, nearly, butt naked for hours on end yet… there comes to a point where the pants need to go on. If no one is coming over, JD is walking around in nothing other than his boxers and goggles. Sure he’ll put on pants and the vest you got him if he has to go out. But as soon as he gets home? Somehow all of that disappears and he’s left in his boxers, which both baffles and amazes you. How he even manages to basically strip that fast, you aren’t even sure. All you know is that you’re slightly fed up with seeing him in boxers for a majority of your day.

“Babe,” You tried explaining to JD without laughing, knowing this was just plain ridiculous. Though, seeing as your husband just walked out of your shared room for the umteenth time in nothing but boxers, you had to bring it up. Again. “You need to put on pants, you can’t just walk out here in boxers! We have a window. Multiple windows! And none of them are tinted.” “Our house.” Was the only grumble you got from your half-asleep husband, who was brushing his teeth all the while trying to make coffee. He wasn’t actually exactly brushing his teeth, as the toothbrush hung from his mouth, likely forgotten as JD began to warm the cafetera on the stop top. It was also hard to keep a straight face when JD was wearing his red heart boxers, “Ay dios mio, John Dory! Put on your damn pants, no one wants to see your nearly naked ass walking around our camper! Por favor.” You pleaded, slips of giggles escaped your lips as you tried to calm your giggles by rubbing your face. But it was truly no use when you glanced back up at your husband. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and the widest smirk on his face. He looked a little goofy, seeing as his toothbrush was still hanging out of his mouth, but you could tell what his next words were. It was going to be a quip, a flirtatious one of that. It was one he usually used to end this pants conversation, knowing it got you flustered or flabbergasted or just plain over him enough to stop your pursuit. You loved JD so much, but whenever he says: “Aw come on babe, you know you love the sight,” You wanted to strangle him! “I would love the sight even more if my husband would put on his damn pants!” You shot back, not being able to contain your laughter as JD began to playfully wiggle his eyebrows at you. With a shake of your head, you covered your face in your hands and sunk down on the couch melodramatically. God this man is going to be the death of you and he knew it.

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Thinkin bout you

(gif is not mine!)

Percy Jackson x SonOfAphrodireMale Reader

Desc: Percy and Reader get caught after abandoning their rules that they made about their relationship for the summer...(inspired by Thinkin bout you by Frank Ocean and Ariana Grande.)

Type: fluff

Warning(none js fluff and kissing and they get caught)

Enjoyyy

After days of flirting, kissing, cuddling, and being completley fascinated with eachother, they had to go back to camp. Percy and you had dated ever since the last day of camp and were never happier. The only thing is that he didnt really think so far ahead of your relationship and where it would go. He just lived in the moment. And so did you but you had enough sense to think about how you guys could handle your relationship during camp. Breaking up wasnt an option so you decided that you two would have to be very sneaky with your relationship and whaf you guys did at camp.

So that intells... No making out after lunch, no pda, and no hickies, NONE. Which was gonna possibly be a struggle for percy loving to see you covered in his love bites. But it didnt mean you guys had to cut things out completely....

It was the second day of camp and you guys abandoned all your rules. Meaning trying to make out while nobody was lookin. Making out during archery practice(not infront of them of course). Skipoing offerings to make out. Leaving hickies on his chin that hed have to say was a bruise due to whatever excuse. And him leaving hickies on your neck that you would have to say was “oh its just a burn from the marshmellows” and thank goodness you were pretty, because you're a horrible liar.(but you like to think you are).

You and percy had been in the woods for a while and peoole were starting to think you guys were lost. But you weren't. He was too busy littering your body with kisses and love bites. You gripped his curly hair as he left hickies on your neck. He was eager too. “whats got you bothered?” you said trying to let words out as he continued the attack on your neck. He finally lifted up. “nothing, ive just been thinkin bout you a lot” percy said before kissing you more. He wrapped your legs around his waist kissing you and smiling.

The great moment that lasted about 15 minutes was “cut short“ when grass swished and a clueless grover who only followed voices came upon an unexpected sight. ”Hey guys- oooh“ Grover said, eyes widened along with an open mouth. You jumped off of Percy immediatley and Percy turned to Grover moving away from you. ”Heyyy, Grover... Uhm thats crazy we were uhm- just lookng-“ Percy was cut off by a disgusted Grover. ”Save it, please. Luke was looking for you and i justoffered to go look. You guys need to uhm. Head back to the camp asap“ Grover said turning away quickly.

You two were in shock. You were caught red handed. “welp, i cant say it wasnt wasnt worth it Jackson.” you said wrapping your hanfs around his neck and his hands on your waist. “oh yeah?” He asked getting closer to you. “oh yeah” you said mocking him as you two giggled. He pressed his nose against yours holding it there. He then kissed you softly before pulling away. “we should probably get back” Percy said scratching his head and blushing. You blushed and nodded walking back together hand in hand.

To sum it up... Mr D wasnt happy and the other campers, while some in awe, some in complete and utter shock. But campers like clarisse... Lets just say they knew all along....

[bell4donn4]

“TOO SWEET” -Luke Castellan

Tags: lowkey loser!luke, Hades!reader, mention of drinking, not established relationships, reader’s mean and lonely, Luke likes to be used? Ig, kinda toxic dynamic between the two

life at camp was always so boring, so empty.

the only fun thing you could do was corrupt the forest’s satyrs to get a bottle of wine.

Truly, being at camp was exhausting, especially as you got older.

Everyone excepted the older kids to help the new. But that was none of your concern, you were more than convinced that maybe camp could’ve invested into a teacher or two instead of forcing children to take the lead on other children.

Chiron was barely around, and Mr. D was anything but a role model.

The only person at camp who seemed to enjoy being helpful was Luke Castellan.

Head counsoler of the Hermes’s cabin; he seemed to be the closest thing to a dad figure kids could have in that place.

He was always doing something, always busy giving a helping hand to whoever needed.

Camp’s golden boy for sure. Bright and nice, funny and sunny.

You didn’t believe any of the reassuring words that came out of his mouth.

There was absolutely no way he liked being used like that, forced to take responsibility for kids that were not his.

You remember vividly the one time, years back, when you stumbled upon a crying kid. Luke was kneeled infront of him, patting on his head as he comforted him. “Its going to be okay” — “don’t worry, okay? Everything is going to be fine”

He was barely 15 when that happened.

You wouldn’t know how to comfort anyone now, let alone at 15.

Somehow, you hated Luke for it. You hated the way he would simply let everything slide on him, the way he allowed everyone to abuse his niceness.

You would never let anyone do that to you. You hardly talked with anyone, actually; preferring to be on your own instead of hanging around the loudness of the other campers, which all seemed so happy to be there.

In fact, the only person who you would occasionally “talked” to was Luke. Many times he caught you breaking the rules, and many times he allowed you to go and redeem yourself instead of telling Chiron. And many other times he found you doing the same exact things, even tho you told him you’ll never do em again.

He was sugar-rotting sweet. Never telling on you.

You hated him for that as well. Why couldn’t he just report you instead of looking at you with his puppy like-eyes? Almost begging you to go sleep and make his job easier instead of getting drunk almost every night.

You wondered why he still covered you, even after years of this routine happening. But you just figured it was his nauseously king heart.

You wish he’d rebel for once, even to you. You wish he’d just tell you to fuck off and go to bed- but he never did.

“It’s not good for you y/n”

It surprised you he even knew your name.

“You know- getting constantly wasted. I feel like this is not the right way to cope” — “with whatever you’re dealing with”

“I’m dealing with shitty parents Luke, the same thing you’re dealing with”

Your sarcastic remarks often burned on his skin. He wish you’d just listen to him for once- instead of making it so hard for him.

“Oh”

Your infamous smirk would hit him hard as a brick, every single time.

This was an example of the nightly conversations you had.

Sometimes you would go as far as asking him if he wants a sip, other times you’d just tell him to piss off instead. Depending on how you felt.

During the day, you simply didn’t speak at all. Weird, anyone would find it, but when the sunlight was out you wouldn’t acknowledge his existence; even ignored him, perhaps.

He didn’t mind- not that he’d show it anyways, but it was pretty in character for you to do something like that.

The moody daughter of hades- what else could he expect from you?

Yet sometimes it’d hurt.

Maybe he did care more than he should’ve. But again, wasn’t that in character for him? To be overly good and kind and caring towards the unworthy?

Only very few times you’d spare him a words. Usually when someone needed him and you happened to be the one sent to call him.

Perhaps it was okay to him; he grew rough and unloved- he didn’t care if he wasn’t more than a secretive nightly swing to you.

As long as he could have you, he was willing to be used. Because that’s all he knew anyways.

[girlkisser13]

bags

"can you see me? i'm waiting for the right time" "i can't read you but, if you want, the pleasure's all mine" "can you see me using everything to hold back?"

pairings: annabeth chase x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. purely fluff. annabeth’s an oblivious yapper.

summary: you’re trying to kiss annabeth for the first time.

annabeth's room was a familiar haven, filled with blueprints, sketches, and the faint scent of her favorite lavender candles. she was in her element, sitting cross-legged on her bed with a massive blueprint spread out before her, detailing her grand plans for new cabins at camp half-blood.

"and this area here," she said, pointing excitedly, "will be perfect for hecate’s cabin. it’s close to the woods, which will be ideal for any magical work they want to do."

her voice was animated, her grey eyes shining with passion. you tried to keep up, really, you did. but your mind was elsewhere, fixated on the way her lips moved, the curve of her smile, the occasional brush of her curls against her cheek. you’d been best friends for what felt like forever, but recently, something had shifted. there was a tension, an unspoken longing between the two of you that neither of you had dared to address.

you shifted closer, your heart pounding. you placed your hand on her thigh, trying to convey your feelings through that simple touch. maybe then she’d realize how you felt.

she glanced down at your hand, then up at you with a soft smile. she took your hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "thanks for always being here," she said. "it means a lot."

you forced a smile, trying to hide your frustration. of course she thought you was just being supportive. her hand felt warm in yours, and you wanted so badly to pull her closer, to kiss her senseless. but you held back, not wanting to ruin the moment.

annabeth continued talking, her voice a soothing background melody. "and over here," she pointed again, "we can have a communal area for everyone to gather. it’ll symbolize unity among all the campers."

you nodded absently, your thoughts consumed by the way her lips formed each word. you leaned in slightly, your free hand inching up her thigh, desperate to feel more of her.

she turned to face you fully, your knees touching. "are you okay? you seem a bit distracted," she asked, concern lacing her tone.

you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "yeah, just... thinking about how amazing your plans are," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.

she beamed at the compliment, her eyes softening. for a moment, you thought you saw something more in her gaze, something that mirrored your own feelings. but then she turned back to her blueprint, continuing her excited rambling.

you sighed internally, your heart aching. maybe she didn’t feel the same way. maybe this was all just wishful thinking on your part. but then, an idea struck you.

you reached out, your hand trembling slightly, and gently cupped her cheek. annabeth’s words faltered, her eyes widening in surprise. she looked at you, her breath catching.

"you talk too much," you said softly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. before she could respond, you leaned in and kissed her, pouring all of your pent-up longing and frustration into that single, passionate kiss.

for a heartbeat, time seemed to stop. then, to your immense relief, annabeth kissed you back, her hand came up to rest on yours, holding it against her cheek. when you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"i’ve been wanting to do that for a while," she admitted, her voice a little shaky. "but i was too scared to make the first move."

you laughed softly, your heart swelling with joy. "me too. i guess we’re both a little clueless, huh?"

she smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. "maybe, but we figured it out eventually."

you sat there, wrapped up in each other, the blueprint forgotten. in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, and the realization that you’d finally taken that terrifying, wonderful leap.

[andersonsprincess]

Fever - Clarisse La Rue

summary: clarisse comes into the infirmary with a fever

characters: clarisse , daughter of apollo!reader

contents: maybe ooc clarisse (?) , shes such a sweetheart , sorta needy clarisse , mediocre writing

word count: 445

a/n - this is my first time writing for the public so yk 😭 im open to suggestions 🫶🏾

it was an unusually slow day in the camp half-blood infirmary. not many demigods came in today so you being the nice cabin counselor you were decided to let the rest of your healer siblings have a day of training instead of medical care.

you were sitting back in a chair soaking in the natural light the windows let in when you heard the door open due to the chimes hanging from the doorframe.

you quickly opened your eyes to see none other than the clarisse la rue.

you see, to your average camper, clarisse was like a poison dart frog. everyone and i mean everyone knew not to piss her off. she was like your own personal hellhound just minus the fact that shes a demigod and hellhounds are dogs.

she looks around for you before she locks eyes with you and you smile at her.

"hello clair, to what do i owe the pleasure?"

she rolled her eyes. "speak normally please." you chuckled in response, gesturing her to sit on one of the beds.

"so what's the problem?"

"does there have to be a problem? can't a girl just want to see her girlfriend?"

you smile at her sweetness. "aww thats so-"

"don't ruin it."

you roll your eyes this time starting to walk over to her.

"y'know you're really sweet when you're passive."

she groans dismissively.

"okay grizzly bear," you get to her and place your hands on her shoulders looking down at her. "really, whats up?"

her head hangs low resting gently on your stomach. she resists the urge to completely rest herself on you.

you take your hand and press it to her forehead in an attempt to lift her head up but you're quick to notice the fiery warmth coming from her forehead.

"pretty bad fever you have here sweet girl."

she grumbles softly.

she lifts her head up and gently grabs your waist. her eyes almost look as if they're pleading.

you raise an eyebrow. "is there something you need?"

she scoffs and rolls her eyes. you know what she wants but you're not taking the attitude.

she grumbles something under her breath.

"what was that bubs? couldn't hear 'ya."

she sighs deeply. "can you -- can you kiss me?

you smile and sit on the bed next to her and kiss her lips gently.

she sighs as you kiss her, placing her hands on your waist once again gently kissing you as if if she were any rougher you'd crack.

other campers were always scared of clarisse but you weren't because they didn't know her like you did and she wouldn't ever love them like she did you.

[persevereforahappyending]

Maybe in Another Life |5|

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Hunter of Artemis!Reader

Summary: You are a Hunter of Artemis, but you start to question what you truly want when you meet Clarisse and get to know her.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3.4k+

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You swung your stick, the loud whack as it came in contact with Clarisse’s echoed through the early morning. You seemed to be the only two awake at the early hour. You had been hanging out with Clarisse and Silena while being stuck at camp. Most of your time was spent with Clarisse, training, and sparring. Sparring with your sisters was fun and you enjoyed kicking their butts but training with the same people every day for hundreds of years made their moves predictable. You liked a challenge, needed the challenge, winning wasn’t satisfying when there wasn’t a challenge. Winning didn’t mean anything if it came easily or if you had won against the same people so often, which is why Clarisse was so exciting, she was new to spar with and though you were vastly better than her, she was still good, she had skills and had managed to surprise you a few times.

You would train with Clarisse until Silena found the two of you and dragged you both away, usually to get something to eat. You watched how everyone at camp reacted to Clarisse, everyone was afraid of her, the way they would cower when she so much as glared at them. At dinner the night before, a kid had been walking by and dropped his spoon, Clarisse glared at him, and he had taken off running, forgetting his fallen spoon and dropping the rest of his plate in the process. But with Silena, Clarisse was different, she was still sarcastic, but she laughed and joked around more, she seemed lighter around Silena.

You didn’t like the way they were with each other, so touchy and friendly. You weren’t sure why you were feeling that way, you had never felt that way in your entire existence but whenever you saw Silena giving her a hug or smiling at Clarisse you didn’t like the feeling in your stomach. You didn’t think they lied when they said they weren’t girlfriends but at first you thought they were just in denial or oblivious, that they were best friends but would eventually figure out they liked each other in a romantic way.

As you watched them the last few days you saw that wasn’t the case, they really were just best friends. Clarisse was sarcastic and slightly less of an asshole to Silena, but she would support and defend her and listen to her drone on and on about something Clarisse clearly wasn’t interested in. Silena was the same, she wasn’t afraid of Clarisse like everyone else, she treated her like another person and would just roll her eyes when Clarisse said something snarky, she never let it dampen her mood and she was one of the only ones to call Clarisse out on her shit. Seeing Silena make heart eyes at Beckendorf helped solidify that her and Clarisse weren’t into each other.

You still did training with the other Hunters, but most were either taking care of Phoebe or they were doing training on their own. There were still a few times a scuffle between a Hunter and another camper would break out, but you were quick to neutralize it. They all clearly missed Zoe and Artemis, they all shared the same worry, but none of them seemed to have the same feeling of dread. It was hard to be with your sisters without your mind going to the worst-case scenario and feeling like not everyone would be returning from the quest. Hanging out with Clarisse was a nice distraction, your mind was still filled with worry for your goddess, but it wasn’t all consuming when you were in Clarisse’s presence.

Despite your distracted mind you still managed to block Clarisse’s final attack. The two of you had sparred with a variety of weapons and decided to go back to basics and use sparring sticks for the day. It was actually fun, not going at it like crazy trying to one up each other and just spar. She did try to trick you a few times, but you just smirked and blocked her, but she managed to block all of your blows as well.

Clarisse stepped back and the two of you were left panting, a nice coat of sweat on each of you. You followed Clarisse to the bench where the two of you sat your stuff. Each of you grabbed your water, then Clarisse grabbed the sticks and put them back in the shed with all the other sparring equipment. By the time the two of you were walking down the hill from the sparring area the rest of camp was just beginning to wake up. The two of you passed sleepy campers making their way to breakfast, the both of you continued to walk the opposite direction. You each had a granola bar and were done sparring before Silena got to you so she couldn’t make the both of you sit down and have a ‘real breakfast’ as she liked to call it.

You followed Clarisse through the woods until you reached the creek. “This is my favorite spot,” she said quietly as she pulled herself up onto a rock and plopped herself down.

“It’s nice,” you said, looking around. It was a relatively secluded spot, far enough away from camp that you couldn’t hear any of the noise from the other campers but close enough that the two of you shouldn’t run into any danger.

“Though I bet this is your usual surroundings,” she gave you a knowing look.

You couldn’t help but nod. “This would be the ideal spot for Artemis, it’s pretty perfect. We don’t always stay somewhere nice, even if we have our tents.”

“I don’t think I could ever take the oath, being a Hunter doesn’t seem overly appealing honestly.” You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “No offense,” she held up her hands. “But you guys seem to have it made, traveling all over, fighting monsters, that’s like the dream.”

“I mean it’s not all that glamorous,” you chuckled. “We’ve spent months tracking the same creature before, to the ends of the earth and back. I’m sure you have plenty of excitement here.”

“Yeah right,” Clarisse scoffed. “Besides my quest last year, the most exciting thing in my life has been going to an amusement park.”

You gave Clarisse a blank stare as you tilted your head. “What’s an amusement park?”

Clarisse broke out into laugh which only confused you more. Her laughter died down when she realized you weren’t laughing with her. “Wait, are you serious?” She asked through another chuckle. You could only nod. “You’ve been on this earth for like a thousand years. How do you not know?”

You shrugged. “I joined Artemis a thousand years ago. I’ve been with her ever since, we don’t usually spend time going to amusement parks,” you said the last words slowly as if it they were foreign words.

Clarisse blinked a few times as she processed the fact you truly didn’t know what she was talking about. “Don’t you guys ever like,” she waved her hand around to try gesturing, “interact with society?”

“We do,” you said defensively. “But Artemis doesn’t really like mortals, neither do the rest of the Hunters. If we need something in town, I’m usually sent to retrieve it. It’s always a quick trip.”

“So, you’ve never been on a rollercoaster?” You shook your head, scrunching your eyebrows once again at the new word. “You have to have seen one before.”

You could only shrug. Clarisse looked at you in disbelief before throwing her head back with a groan. When she was satisfied with her dramatics, she jumped right into explaining what a rollercoaster was, waving her hands in the air crazily as she tried to help explain it better when her words weren’t working. You were sure you only looked more and more confused as she continued explaining.

“Sounds like something Hephaestus would make,” you said after she was finally done.

“He probably has,” Clarisse said with a shrug. “You’ve really haven’t seen one?”

“I mean,” you bobbed your head back and forth as you tried to recall what she described. “Maybe? Definitely haven’t been on one or been to an amusement park.”

“Guess this means I have to take you to one some time.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You weren’t sure how that would ever work out, you didn’t get much free time and definitely not enough to go off and do something like that. When you and the Hunters weren’t tracking a monster, you were training or having a lazy day, no one really had time to go off and meet with someone else or do something on their own. You liked the sound of going to an amusement park with Clarisse though.

 The two do you talked until Silena came running up to get Clarisse. She was screaming Clarisse’s name until her eyes fell on the two of you. She froze, her mouth hanging open, you furrowed your brow not understanding what that look was for. You caught that look a few times from Silena like she was watching you and Clarisse, like she knew something the two of you didn’t but then she’d quickly hide it.

“Your brothers are fighting with the other campers,” Silena said, breathless.

“So?” Clarisse said, slightly annoyed. Clarisse tended to not get annoyed by Silena, but it was definitely clear she was not happy about being bothered.

“Clarisse,” Silena said sternly, crossing her arms and tilting her head.

Clarisse rolled her eyes and got up from her spot on the rock. She walked over to Silena before turning back to you. “You coming to the bonfire tonight?” She asked. She looked down at the rock, if you didn’t know any better you would say Clarisse was almost acting shy. You knew that wasn’t possible though, there was no reason for her to be shy about asking if you’d be at the bonfire.

“Of course,” you said, giving her a small smile.

You and Clarisse stared at each other for a moment, Silena’s eyes darting back and forth between the two of you until she finally pulled Clarisse away. You watched them leave, a small blush appearing on your cheeks, you weren’t sure what caused it. You quickly brushed yourself off before making your way back to the cabin.

You didn’t realize how long you and Clarisse had been talking. The two of you started training before the sun was even up and didn’t stop until the early risers were beginning to wake. Walking back to the cabin you noticed all the campers awake, running around and doing various activities. The sun was high in the air and based on the position it was just a little after noon. You and Clarisse had literally talked for hours and yet it felt like no time had passed. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed talking to someone about anything and everything.

When you got back to the cabin you noticed all the Hunters up. Some of them were still lounging around the cabin but most seemed off around camp somewhere, most likely training. You gave Phoebe, who was resting in her bed, a nod. Phoebe was pretty much fully recovered but she still had no desire to hang around outside the cabin. She mentioned wanting revenge against the boys who gave her the shirt, but you reminded her Artemis ordered all of you to behave, despite really wanting to get revenge as well.

“Where were you?” Phoebe asked.

“Hanging out with Clarisse,” you answered as you flopped down on your own bed.

“You sure have been hanging out with her a lot.”

“She’s fun,” you smiled to yourself, giving Phoebe a little shrug. Phoebe just hummed causing you to sit up so you could look at her. “What?”

“You just,” Phoebe nodded her head back and forth as she tried to come up with the words she was looking for. “Don’t usually hangout with other demigods or anyone really.”

“We’ve been training together.” You gave her another shrug; you weren’t sure why you were getting so defensive over your friendship with Clarisse. “She’s a new challenge.”

“Okay,” she said, though she didn’t sound convinced. “I’m going to get food.” You watched her with scrunched up eyebrows as she walked out of the cabin.

You didn’t see Clarisse the rest of the day, but you also didn’t hear any news about any campers being maimed and Ares kids getting in trouble, so you assumed everything went well with Clarisse’s sibling. You spent part of the day in the cabin then the rest of it training with your sisters. With Artemis and Zoe not around, it was your job to make sure they stayed on top of things and to make sure all of you were ready to leave the second Artemis gave the word.

Before you knew it it was nighttime, and everyone was getting ready for the bonfire. You made your way to the bonfire with the rest of your sisters, laughing and joking around. The bonfire for the night was on the beach by the lake. As you stepped down onto the sand you instantly caught sight of Clarisse standing by the fire, talking to Silena. You sucked in a breath at the sight of her, watching how the fire cast a gorgeous glow around her. As if sensing your eyes on her she looked up, meeting your gaze. You both smiled at the same time and without another word to your sisters you made your way over to her.

“Hey,” you said. “Hi,” you looked to Silena.

“Hey,” Clarisse replied.

“Hello,” Silena said. You furrowed your brow, there was something in Silena’s tone and she tried to hide a smirk by quickly taking a sip of her drink.

“Everything work out with your brother?” you asked, nodding to her hand where you saw her knuckles already starting to bruise.

Clarisse rolled her eyes and nodded to a place across the bonfire. You followed her gaze and saw a son of Ares sporting a new blackeye. You couldn’t help but shake your head, silently chuckling. “He thought he didn’t have to listen to me,” Clarisse mumbled.

“It was actually kind of entertaining,” Silena added.

You sighed and followed the girls to a log near the bonfire. Clarisse sat in the middle, with you and Silena taking the spots next to her. You glanced around the bonfire, seeing it in full swing, campers grouped up laughing and joking or couples snuggled up together. You even saw a couple Hunters being cordial with some fellow campers.

“Did you know she’s never been to an amusement park?” Clarisse asked. When you turned to glare at her you saw her looking at Silena before turning to you, leaning back so you got a full view of Silena’s shocked expression.

“What!” Silena shouted, sloshing her drink onto the ground.

You just shrugged. “We don’t really go and do mortal things,” you said. “We don’t have much down time and when we do, we’re usually in the middle of the woods somewhere.”

“Not going to an amusement park is like never having seen a movie!” You titled your head and gave Silena a shrug. “What!” she shot to her feet causing you to lean back as other campers turned to look at the commotion. “How is that possible?”

“Like I just said-”

“You were literally around when movies were invented!” she held out her arms as if that would change the fact that you’ve never seen a movie.

You just shrugged. You turned to Clarisse for help, but she just shook her head. “Guess that’s something else we’ll have to do,” she said, smiling at you.

“Showing me my first movie,” you said, smirking. “The pressure is on.”

Silena let out a groan. “It’s going to be some boring action movie.”

Clarisse turned to her friend, offended. “Better than some lovey dovey rom com you’d choose,” she scoffed.

It was Silena’s turn to look offended. The two of them went back and forth arguing about rom coms and action movies and which was better. You couldn’t keep up and didn’t understand the majority of what they were saying. You thought they were screaming movie titles at one another, trying to prove their point, but you couldn’t be sure, some of the titles seemed weird. They continued to argue until Beckendorf came over, shyly asking Silena to hangout. You and Clarisse watched the two of them walk away, the backs of their hands lightly brushing against each other, both too nervous to make the move and hold the other’s hand.

You stayed next to Clarisse the rest of the night. Neither of you moved from your place on the log as you continuously engaged in conversation. Since learning you had never been to an amusement park or seen a movie, she was determining everything ‘normal’ as she liked to call it, that you missed out on and hadn’t experienced yet. She was making a list of everything she intended to show you and do with you. Every time a new revelation was made of something you hadn’t done, you pointed out something you had done that no one else had. She learned you hadn’t been to Disney World, even though you didn’t understand how that was different than an amusement park, you countered telling her about one of your hunts deep in a jungle where you came across an incredible waterfall.

She was mind blown you had never driven a car. She assumed, like Silena with movies, that you were around when the car was invented so you must have driven one. You pointed out that there has never been a reason for you to drive a car. You and the Hunters traveled with Artemis everywhere. If all of you needed to cross the country or go to a different country, you either walked or used non-mortal methods of transportation. You tried to argue that you had been on a boat, it wasn’t with other humans, but you had been on a boat. She said that didn’t count because when you were a kid boats and walking were the only means of transportation.

When there was a pause in your conversation you looked up, noticing most of the other campers and Hunters were gone. The fire was still going but it wasn’t as large as it had been during the beginning of the night, there was just enough left to light up your surroundings. The few campers that were left were either rubbing their eyes as they made their way back to their cabins or were falling asleep in the sand.

“Guess we got carried away,” you said. “Didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Yeah,” Clarisse whispered.

You turned to her, ready to suggest turning in but the words died in your throat when you caught sight of Clarisse. The dying fire illuminated the side of her face, creating a gorgeous golden glow. You noticed her eyes flick down, yours did the same motion, landing on her lips. You held your breath as the two of you began to lean in.

Your noses had just brushed when realization hit you, making you pull back just ever so slightly. Clarisse paused her movement when she noticed you pulled back. The two of you sat there, your noses barely touching. You closed your eyes, before letting your forehead touch hers.

“I can’t,” you whispered.

Before Clarisse could respond you abruptly got up. You didn’t look back as you rushed away, trying to put as much distance between you and her. You didn’t know if she understood, if she was hurt, all you knew was that she didn’t chase after you, and you were grateful for that. Your hands were shaking at the realization of what you just almost did. You couldn’t believe you had been so careless; you almost just threw away everything, your entire life.

Your conflicted and confused feelings were given so much clarity the second you walked away from her. You were attracted to Clarisse, you had been flirting with her, even if you hadn’t realized it, Phoebe had barely left the cabin and even she noticed it. You weren’t mad or hurt about Clarisse and Silena’s closeness when you thought they liked each other as more than friends, you were jealous. You were a Hunter of Artemis and for the first time in your thousand years of existence you had a crush.

Taglist: @cxcilla @touchmyfracturedomens @luclue @manu-007s-world

[madelynraemunson]

You can answer this privately, but a few weeks ago I was thinking about if Reader was trying to make Eddie jealous with the song I kissed a girl in the background making out with some girl on the stage you know. Or tryna make him want her more lol.

def need to catch up tho

ooooh a lil toxic lovin’ i see i see 😏💋 thank you for helping with the possessive!eddie dirty talk and reactions, my sweet.

from the CMWYW universe

timeline: shortly after chapter 013

𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 18+

a collaboration with @emsgoodthinkin 💌

modern!strip club owner!eddie x modern!fem!exotic dancer!hargrove reader

CW: jealous!eddie, wlw, possessive!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, biting, degrading kink, eddie calls us a slut lmao, bratty shy girl, dom!eddie, sub!shy girl, lmk if i miss anything

[WC: 2.0k]

“I just think you’re getting a little too into it.”

It’s crazy to think Eddie would draw the line at Gareth and not Steve. Yet here you two are, arguing in the dressing room mid-shift because Eddie realized his D&D friends — who are regulars at his D&D themed strip club — have eyes and money. 

“Babe, this is GARETH we’re talking about here,” you emphasize. “Gareth!”

You’re talking about the Gareth who’s gamer tag is ‘Gareth the “Gare Bear” Emerson’.  The same Gareth who still uses the bunny ear method to tie his shoes. The same Gareth who gets upset when his food touches. Aside from his now relatively toned build, clear skin, and knowledge on self-care and personal hygiene, Gareth Emerson is still the same guy. And that guy is a fucking dweeb.

“Yeah, but Gareth is conventionally attractive now,” your boyfriend points out. “And somebody who’s had no choice but to build their charm from the inside out is a dangerous person.”

Projecting, are we Munson? You think to yourself. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your boyfriend. Ever since you two became exclusive, Eddie has become extra protective of you. You didn’t mind it. You actually preferred it because it means he cares. But really, at work? The place you clock in every day (not only to see him but) to make a living?

“You left scratches on his back last time.”

“He paid me to make a girl jealous.”

“And let’s not forget whatever the fuck that was that you did with Creel,” Eddie adds refusing to hear you out. 

“Henry PAID me for a lap dance,” you hiss. “He was lonely, I was doing my job. He came in and spoiled me and your business on his off day, babe.”

The heat dissolves from Eddie’s cheeks when he hears his pet name. Albeit flattering, this conversation between you two wasn’t over just yet. 

Eddie knew what he saw. He knows that blank, fucked out stare from anywhere, and it was prominent when you were giving Henry a lap dance, using the crinkle of his pants to get yourself off.

There’s no arguing there. But you were single when that happened and Eddie at the time made it really seem like he didn’t want anything with you. None of this was taking away from how ridiculous Eddie was being.

“Okay,” you sigh, still choosing to honor his wishes. “No more dances for Gareth.”

“At least for tonight,” Eddie barters, issuing you a fake pout. “Feeling a little bit jealous, but I’ll get over it.”

Stay away from Gareth, or men in general tonight. You can definitely do that. 

Eddie’s a happy camper now. He watches as you do your thing at Vecna’s Lair, cock twitching eagerly in his pants as you swing down the pole and sink your pelvis onto the stage. The men douse you in ones, fives, tens, twenties. And you let it rain down on you with ease. 

But why is Eddie still so jealous? He can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you smile at your patrons. When you lock eyes with them as you speak. And the way they gravitate towards you and your pheromones like some magnets on a fridge. 

You seem to be unbothered by everything, unbothered by his presence in a room full of other gentlemen. Eddie needs to test the waters. Eddie needs to know you care.

So he decides to grab a beer and approach the first customer of the opposite sex who happens to spiral into his periphery. It happens to be good ol’ Stephanie tonight. 

A regular during the beginning days of the week, this kind hearted, very approachable redhead welcomes Hellfire’s owner with a smile, offering her beer bottle to Eddie for him to give her a clink, hello. 

“Hey!” he chimes. “How uh, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, and yourself?”

Eddie grins. “Not too shabby.” 

Performatively studying her with his eyes, he decides to ask her an innuendo-filled question. “You enjoying yourself tonight?”

“What’s it to ya?”

“I always like to make sure my customers are satisfied.”

Her brow does a fruitful quirk upwards.

“So you’re the owner huh? Already so young and successful. That’s quite impressive.” 

“D’aww,” your boyfriend’s hands clutch his chest. “I appreciate that.” 

You can’t help but look over, stomach warped into knots.

Eddie told you to stay away from guys. So why is he flirting with a girl? Specifically a customer you’ve interacted with before. Not that Eddie would know that, since he’s always in his office when Stephanie is here.

Eddie knows you see him now and that’s all the satisfaction he needs. Knowing he got the reaction he wanted, he excuses himself from Steph, strutting back over to his office to disappear for a while and let your mind wander.

But your mind is already two steps ahead. When Stephanie catches a glimpse of you, her eyes sparkle. You wave her over.

“You just keep coming back for more, don’t you?” you infer as she strides towards you. 

Stephanie chuckles. “You just can’t seem to keep me away, Shy Girl. I owe Vicky and Robin one for putting me onto this joint.”

You swing your legs over so you can divert your attention to your stunning regular. She seems to be receptive to your flirtatious nature. And conveniently, the DJ transitions into a very fitting song:

“How are you doing tonight?” you assess her.

Stephanie shrugs. “I’m doing okay. The chick I was telling you about last week stood me up. So I’m here just trying to make myself feel better.”

“OMG I’m so sorry dude.”

But she brushes it off. “It’s okay. The loneliness will die down. I just gotta feel sorry for myself first.”

You rest a consoling hand on your shoulder. Before becoming exclusive with Eddie, you knew the feeling of rejection all too well. 

“You’re welcome here anytime. Even if you just wanna talk. Girl to girl, we can even do a private room for an hour.”

Just then, Stephanie reaches into her bra and pulls out a twenty dollar bill with the smuggest look on her face. 

“What about center stage? You tryna kiss it all better?”

You could’ve… and would’ve done it without the money. But knowing Eddie is in for the plot twist of his lifetime, you’ve rendered the deal priceless. Happily obliging, you accept the money Stephanie insists you take from her and extend your arms out.

“Bring it in, chica.”

It’s not what I’m used to. Just wanna try you on. I’m curious for you…

And then it happens. It starts with a timid smack of the lips to feel out both your comfort levels. The feeling of safety and trust propels you both further into realms of intensity you wouldn’t have thought of exploring with one another before. She tastes of cherry, with a hint of minty coconut. 

You let out a satisfied hum. It registers as a vibration against her full, vivacious chest. Dancing your fingers in her wavy hair now, you pull her closer to your chest as your lips lock in tandem. 

“WHEW!” you can hear Argyle shout all the way from the kitchen. “GAH DAMN!”

…I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick…

The uproar creates a chain reaction and soon all the gentlemen at Hellfire are hooting and hollering at the relatively unscripted act of affection in front of them. Soon, the money follows. Grinding your hips against her torso now, you chase the feeling of self-indulgence as you unravel yourself onto Stephanie. Right in time for Eddie to see.

I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.

Floored, confused, and just a tad aroused, your man stands at the foot of Vecna’s Lair with his hands curling at his sides.

It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.

His stiff cock protrudes at the posterior ends of his zipper, boxer briefs shamefully laced with the salty spouts of his leaky tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. But still, oh so very pissed.

I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.

Standing where you knew he’d be, you shoot him a wink, letting him know that you’re well aware of his foiled plan. And after you and Stephanie thank one another for each other’s time, you prance off to the dressing room with mountains of bills in your hands.

———

“You think Eddie’s gonna like this green set?”

There’s an itch to burn the cash you got tonight, so you find yourself browsing the internet for lingerie on your phone.

“Oooh,” Nina coos in approval. “Yes girl. You’re gonna look like a sexy dragon of sorts.”

“Mm. And what about this g-string?”

“Yes, get it. I have the same one and it’s so flattering and comfortable. Look!”

Just then the door shoots open.

“Eddie, what the hell?!” Nina shrieks, quickly donning her cloak to cover up. “Knocking, fucker. Ever heard of it?”

You turn towards the entrance to find your flustered man at the door, scowling at you briefly before turning to apologize to Nina.

“Sorry, Neens,” his gaze softens sincerely. But Nina is already storming out. “I was dumb for that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you tsk.

You two wait until your colleague is out of range to engage in what you both know is about to be some pretty reckless behavior. When all is clear, Eddie wastes no time, pouncing on you, pinning you by the wrists to the drawer of your vanity, leaving love bites at the crook of your neck just keen enough to draw blood. 

Pathetically, you love it. Your dripping cunt swells for the intensity — the fury of his rough hands — the vampiric blows to your hot pulse points — the rugged buckling of his hips as he digs his claws into the tender indents of yours.

“Eddie…” you whimper.

“This familiar?” he demands between breaths. 

“Rings a bell,” you muster, tracing his large display of excitement with your trembling palm. “Though it seems like you don’t necessarily…have a problem with it.”

A sinister laugh escapes his throat.

Eddie huffs. “Think you can be a smart aleck with me without repercussions?”

As swift as they come, Eddie flips you around, easing you safely onto the desk portion of your vanity by the your neck. You squirm around like a brat, whining and kicking at him with your heels in playful retaliation. His fingertips then tightly enclose around your thin lacy bralette, causing a minor tear of the sparkly chrome fabric.

Too far. Grabbing him by the wrist, you eye him in disapproval.

“Eds!” you hiss at him, seriously this time.

“You’re buying new sets anyways,” he shrugs indifferently. “You know, with the money you got for being a needy little slut.”

You issue a low grumble as Eddie sinks his body atop the small of your back. The softness in Eddie returns again when he presses delicate kisses around the tip of your chin.

“Mine, remember?”

He spins you around again, ordering you to your knees with an authoritative snap. You oblige a little too quickly, but you don’t care. You’re at the mercy of him tonight and always.

“Yours…” you breathe, knowing he’s about to fuck you and your mouth to spit and tears. “Yours only…”

He smirks, satisfied with himself. You bite your lip eagerly as you watch the King of Hellfire — and your heart — unbuckle his belt, ushering his pants down to line his pulsing cock up against your lips. Desperate for more already, your tongue peaks out to say hello. The deep lines of his snarky face concave further.

“Pucker up, sweetheart.”

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[utterlyunawarewriter]

Fireworks~

Inspired by the Taylor swift lyrics "I'm captivated by you baby, like fireworks show

A/n: sorry for being dead for a while. School sucks. Feedback appreciated :D

You were greeted by a gust of cool wind as you stepped out of the infirmary. One look at your worn-out wrist watch told you it was 10:30, which meant that the fireworks celebrating a successful quest were due to start any second now. You glanced back at the camper in your care, through the window, making sure she was okay. Well, as okay as she can be while recovering from multiple stab wounds.

Her quest was successful, but she and her companions did encounter a particularly nasty Greek monster on their way back, and Julia, being the self-sacrificing idiot she was, threw herself infront of the threat.

Luckily, they were near camp borders, and her quest mates made it to camp and raised an alarm. If they hadn't....Well, it's best if you didn't think about that.

Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, ypu sat down cross-legged on the matted grass, when you spotted something-no, someone-out of the corner of your eye.

You turned quickly, expecting a fight, only to see Percy-frickin-Jackson stepping out of the shadows.

"Hey", he said causally. You raised an eyebrow in response.

"What?"

"What are you doing here?" That sounded harsher than you intended. "I mean-" you swallowed,"-why aren't you at campfire?"

"Well, I-" He scratched the back of his head. "I didn't see you there, so I came to find you."

"Oh." That was a stupid reply. What was wrong with you? "Umm, well, I need to look after Julia. Will usually does this, but he needs break too, so I volunteered."

Not trusting your mouth, you patted the spot next to you, hoping he'll understand what you tried to say.

To your relief, he did. He settled next to you, before awkwardly shuffling closer. Your cheeks heated at the small distance between you two, and you hoped the darkness hide your blush.

None of you said anything for a moment, and you desperately thought of something cool to say.

To your relief, he broke the silence. "Won't the trees block the view?"

You were so busy thanking the gods you didn't hear him properly. "What view?"

"The-the fireworks?"

"Oh! Oh yeah, umm. No, the trees only block a little bit, so we should be able to see most of it."

He hummed in response.

Both of you sat, staring at the skyline with anticipation. Then, with a loud boom, the first firework exploded in the sky. You glanced back at the unconscious camper, and then at Percy.

The vibrant colors illuminated his face, highlighting his features in a warm glow. There was a sense of wonder in his eyes, reflecting the bursts of light above.

Every explosion of color seemed to synchronize with the your heartbeat, creating a rhythm. You couldn't help but stare, admiring the way Percy laughed at the dazzling display, the sound of his laughter mingling with the crackling of the fireworks.

He looked at you, and you quickly turned your head away. Too late through, as he had already caught you.

You tried at hide your embarrassment the best you could, but the hear you felt in your face refused to die down.

You attempted to distract him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yea, it is." He said, not looking away from you.

You finally gathered up the courage to look at him, and met his eyes. The intensity of his haze almost made you gasp. For a moment, you two just stared at each other. Your eyes scanned his face. His thick brows and sea green eyes, all the way down to his pink lips. You looked at his eyes again. His were fixed on you lips.

"You know,-" His eyes flicked back and forth form you eyes to lips, before meeting your eyes,"- you are...captivating, kinda like fireworks." He nodded his head toward the sky.

You were speechless. All you could do was stare.

He sighed, and closed the distance between you two. His lips found yours, and his hands roamed your body, finding a patch of skin where your shirt ended and your shorts began. Your hands ran up the length of his chest and wrapped around his neck.

When you finally broke apart, a smile settled on your lips. Percy's eyes twinkled.

"Been wanting to do that for a long while."

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My Masterlist

[a-killer-obsession]

PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

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PART 1/6 - LAY OF THE LAND

CW: None for this chapter, just R18 mentions of sex.

WC: ~3k

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

A/n: I'm vaguely setting this in my home country of NZ, based on a campsite I frequent, for entirely selfish purposes but also because it's easy to describe a place you've been to a million times. Anyway, when I mention forests those are the kinds I mean, no fear of a rogue bear or mountain lion ✌️

You pulled into the quiet campsite in the middle of nowhere as you did every year around this time. Set between large mountainous hills covered in dense forest, and boasting a pool heated naturally by nearby geothermal activity, the site was a popular, bustling location in the on season. You, however, enjoyed the off season, when it was quiet, almost entirely abandoned save for the grounds keeper and his dog, and a handful of long term residents, living out their retirements in quiet bliss in the RVs that lined the very back of the campgrounds. You parked your humble car in front of the office that was built alongside a small shop, usually selling entry and icecreams to locals who came here for the pools, but also held a selection of basics such as toilet paper and cup noodles for campers in desperate need of a grocery trip.

The gravel that lined the carpark crunched underfoot as you made your way to the wooden ramp that led to the office and store building, the whole complex no bigger than a shipping container. The eggy smell of sulphur from the nearby geothermal activity filled your nostrils, unpleasant at first but a smell you'd quickly get accustomed to as you always did. A bell rang as you opened the door, the older woman assigned to mind the store today hurrying out from out back, you could hear the TV she'd been watching as she came out front. This time of the year customers were nil to none, so the counters relied on bells for service, usually unmanned otherwise. The chances of someone stealing from the store while it was unoccupied were slim, but you could assume they had a camera set up to watch from a screen out back anyway.

“[Y/n]!” The old woman exclaimed, taking her seat behind the desk, “I was happy to see you on our books this morning”

“Can't miss my mid-year vacay, Marg,” you replied with a smile, pulling out your wallet and leaning against the desk. You'd been coming here for years, and Margie had worked here for just as long. “What do I owe ya?”

“Minus the deposit you already paid, that'll be $65 sweetheart,” she smiled, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard at a snail pace as she worked on printing a receipt. You handed her the cash and the til made a clunk as the drawer popped open, Marg replacing your four twenty dollar notes with a five and a ten and handing them back to you. You slipped them back into your wallet and she handed you a keycard for the gate that kept pool visitors and strangers out of the campgrounds. Well, their cars anyway, they could absolutely just walk around it.

“Usual spot sweetheart, I'm sure you don't need a map,” she stood to return to her back room. She was definitely getting older, and standing was clearly more difficult for her than it had been in previous years. You'd be sad the year you came to camp and weren't greeted by her friendly face

You thanked her and made your exit, getting back into your car and making sure to roll down your window. You slowly made the short distance to the card receiver, leaning out your window a little to hold the card against it. A small light flashed green and the metal arm creaked as it began to raise. Your car was small, so you didn't have to wait for it to raise completely before you were passing underneath it and navigating the familiar gravel roads to your favourite spot. There were no additional parking spots at each spot, you were expected to either park on them or leave your car in front of the office, so you pulled onto the grass alongside the road between the brick lines that marked the boundary of your spot.

Your usual spot was close to the middle of the grounds, directly across from the communal kitchen building, and just a thirty second walk from the main toilet and shower block. There were other, smaller toilet blocks scattered around the grounds, but this was the only one that featured showers and laundry. The kitchen building was also just a nice place to hang out, having a semi covered outdoor area framed by benches, one of the only places other than your own rented spot where you were allowed to drink alcohol, so it was a great place to meet other campers. At first glance, anyone would think a lone woman coming to a campground on the off season was here for peace and quiet. On the contrary, you found during the busy season there were usually far too many large families and happy couples. The off season was for singles, and you were here for one thing and one thing only: sex with strangers.

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you were here to spend time alone, always turning down offers from friends to join you. At first, that had been the case. A spontaneous camping trip in the middle of the year to cool down after a particularly stressful project at work finally wrapped up. But you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger. The campsite being so empty also made for additional excitement, after many years here you'd had sex in or on most of the campground's amenities. The kitchen, the pool, the showers, on top of a laundry machine. It was an excitement you struggled to find in the big city you came from, without wasting money on a hotel room there was no good way to have sex with a stranger without being caught and without them knowing where you lived and getting attached, because like hell were you going to a strange man's house on your own.

You quickly set about working on your tent, pulling item after item from the back of your car and setting up with well practised speed. Soon you were closing the car boot and admiring your work. A decently sized, two chambered tent - the first chamber holding your cooler and a small fold down table for prepping a quick snack at night. The kitchens had multiple large fridges available for use, but you liked to keep your beer and soda in an ice bath in your tent for easy access. Every morning and evening you would go to the small camp store and buy a bag of ice, but for now the cooler was empty. The second chamber was larger and held most of your belongings, as well as a queen sized, double layered, inflatable mattress, already set with comfortable bedding. You even had a small fold down side table and camping lamp, which had a handle for late night toilet visits, and you'd run an extension cable from the site provided power you'd paid extra for, to your side table, so you could charge your phone and laptop from the bed. There was no internet here, and barely any phone signal, but you'd downloaded plenty of movies, tv shows and e-books before leaving home, as well as bringing a handful of actual novels, a switch console and drawing supplies. You weren't a fantastic artist by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a hobby you enjoyed and liked to practise anyway.

Outside your tent you'd also set up a small gazebo, after your first few years you'd gotten sick of being trapped inside the tent whenever it rained, and it also provided shelter for a large trestle table and tabletop barbecue so you could grill regardless of the rain. There were also a few collapsible chairs under the gazebo, a larger reclining one where you spent most of your time, and a smaller more basic one in case you had a guest. Aka another camper you intended to, or hand already fucked.

Satisfied with your setup, you took a quick break to check your phone and let your friends know you'd made it safe and sound, before climbing back in your car and heading to the grocery store in the small nearby town. The town was about a twenty minute drive away, a small oceanside tourist town that was mostly a pass through for those heading to a nearby famous beach, or to board boats or small privately run helicopters for whale and dolphin watching. You'd never bothered with the tourist traps, but you had once or twice hit the beach when you'd come during the on season with friends.

Thriving on local tourism, the town was humble compared to the city you'd come from, but large enough to have two supermarkets and a decent size home goods store, as well as a long stretch of boutiques and cafes. You head to your favourite supermarket, pulling into the half full car park and heading inside. You pulled up your list on your phone as you approached the doors, grabbing a trolley and setting about your shopping. Food for several days, beer, condoms, all very important. A novel that caught your eye, some trashy magazines, snacks for late night movies. A comically large cucumber caught your eye, and you snapped a pic to send to your friends with the caption ‘finally found a boyfriend 🥒💦’

Everything on your list gathered, you headed for the checkouts. A big, noisy, red ute pulled into the carpark as you started loading your groceries into the reusable totes you kept in the back of your car. It parked nearby and four fucking massive men jumped out, shoving each other and laughing boisterously. Definitely not locals by the looks of it, the back of the ute loaded up with what looked like camping equipment, tied down with straps and a piece of blue tarpaulin that didn't cover everything. You wondered if they'd be staying at the same grounds as you, it was the most well known in the area given its pool that was free use for the campers and the nearby hiking trail that offered incredible views of the entire area all the way out to the ocean. You licked your lips at their beefy builds, a girl could certainly dream, any of them would make a fine target for your sexual escapades.

The red haired one among them wolf whistled as he passed by, as you bent over the boot of your car to reach an extra tote that had fallen under a seat. You turned back to him, a hand on your hip, and winked playfully. He blushed, clearly not having expected that reaction, and his friends whooped and smacked him playfully. The group followed behind the redhead who was fleeing as fast as he could, and you continued packing away your groceries and returned your trolley before heading back to camp.

When you got back you unpacked everything, putting your chillables in the provided fridges, your name written in clear black marker over each package, and filled your cooler with the bag of ice you'd grabbed from the camp store on your way in before putting your beer and soda in to chill. The food that didn't need refrigeration was stored in your tent in a small latchable plastic box to keep any rodents away. All done with your chores, you ate a quick lunch of some pre-made food you'd grabbed at the supermarket, and decided to hit up the pool.

You made your way back up the gravel path from the pool, slide on sandals on your feet and a towel wrapped around your body. You were still in your bikini, your wet hair sending droplets of fresh water from the rinsing shower down your body. You watched a bird native to the area fly overhead before the sound of boisterous laughter caught your attention. Usually, at this time of the year, campsite guests would pick locations far away from each other, most people came here this time of the year to be alone. The grounds were arranged in blocks, each block holding ten or twelve sites, split with half to one road and half to another. There were a good amount of blocks, the grounds could probably accommodate a good couple hundred people at its peak, though right now you could only see three other tents far from yours.

You could hear the group before you spotted their red ute, the same one from the grocery store, obscured by your own setup until you got closer. They'd rented what looked like multiple sites right next to yours. Usually, you would be annoyed, but being that they were all so delicious you were delighted. This was going to be a successful holiday indeed.

The group was made up of four large men. There was the redhead who had whistled at you, he looked to be the youngest of the group, as wide as he was tall with a thick scar that ran down his face, giving him a natural bad boy appearance. He was soft looking, but in a strong, could definitely throw you over his shoulder sort of way, like a boxer. You noticed now that he was missing his left arm, it must have been facing away from you at the store. He wore eyeliner, which you noticed now they all did, along with a vibrant red lipstick that matched his hair. He looked very punk in dark ripped jeans and a leather vest he wore open, showing the scar that ran over his torso, along with a big fuck-off belt buckle and multiple silver chains hanging from his belt. The nails on his one hand were painted a darker red, and he had a black fabric headband holding back his wild hair.

Next was the shortest of the group, though certainly not short by normal standards. Dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, his impressive blond hair went all the way to his hips. His sharp featured face was partially obscured by messy straight bangs and a fluffy goatee, his lips painted purple as he flashed a bright toothy smile at the redhead.

The other two both dressed in a punk aesthetic much like the redhead, two slightly older men with impressive heights, one of them towering above all four of them. The shorter man had pale blue hair set in dreads, his face covered in unusual scars and thorn like tattoos wrapping around his neck and down his arms. The taller hid his hair under a black hoodie, but you could see pointed sideburns peeking out under them. He looked deliciously muscular under the tight netting shirt he wore.

The four of them were going about their setup, four separate single chamber tents laid out on the ground to sort their positions while the blond and tall one carried an excessive amount of grocery bags to the shared kitchen. It was just as well there was hardly anyone at the camp, they'd need a whole fridge on their own with that much food. Deciding to make your intentions clear as soon as possible, you laid a towel over your reclining chair and grabbed a beer, relaxing in your bikini that showed off your fit body. The redhead was quick to notice, and you tilted your sunglasses to wink at him. He realised why he recognized you and you heard him swear and scurry away. Cute.

You watched their entire setup process hungrily, watching their muscles flex as they unloaded the ute and set things in place. The redhead was no help with the tents, so he worked on setting up smaller things like their large barbecue and chairs while the other three got the tents erected. You couldn't help but notice that they hadn't brought a gazebo, they must be newbies. Hopefully the weather would be fine for however long they were staying, you hoped for more than one day, and given the amount of food they had you would guess at least three.

All of them eventually took notice of you, catching sly glances where they could. The blond one seemed the most confident, openly flexing and showing off, flashing you wide grins that you eagerly returned. Oh you would definitely be climbing that tree. The redhead continued to act shy, doing things that were clearly to show of his strength but refusing to meet your eye. The bluenette gave you kind looking smiles, and the tall one looked at you with suspicion, which you always responded to by changing which leg was crossed over the other, giving him a full view of your barely clothed centre. It didn't seem to phase him though, curious.

Your phone pinged at some point and you checked it, starting a conversation with your bestie about your current view. She was the only person who knew the real reason you took these holidays. You snapped a quick, sneaky pic of the four men as they set up.

You: [one attachment] You: finally found a boyfriend 🥒💦 Bestie: LMAO finally a man that can satisfy You: might have found a few more of those Bestie: yeah? Good huntin? 👀 You: new neighbours You: [one attachment] Bestie: fuck me Bestie: or rather, fuck you, hopefully You: the blond one is giving me eyes for sure Bestie: yeah? You layin down that charm girlie You: lets just say i just got back from the pool, and im enjoying a nice beer on my recliner 👙 Bestie: yes queen! Give them a good look at that meal, they're gonna be eatin you up in no time! You: fingers crossed 🤞 you know im in dire need of a good fuck, heres hoping they're not all just a gay polycule, that'd be just my luck Bestie: well it sounds like at least the blond is dtf You: hes got a cute ass smile, cant wait to ride it 🤠 Bestie: girl you are nasty! 😂 Go get that dick queen 🍆 ttyl, ily! You: luv u!

You put down your phone and finished your beer, deciding you'd laid around for long enough and it was probably time to get started on dinner. It was already late in the day, if you were going to attract any of the boys it likely wouldn't be today, you needed the novelty of camping to wear off for them before they came sniffing around for more excitement. Not to mention you were tired from driving all morning and setting up. You pulled a few things from the kitchen, carrying them back on one of your plastic camping plates, and grilled yourself a steak while you scooped a few premade deli salads onto your plate. You enjoyed your meal while reading your new book, noting the smell of meat in the air and the sounds of sizzling and beer cans opening nearby as your neighbours settled in for their own dinner.

When it got too dark to read you took your dishes to the kitchen to wash them, grabbed your toiletries from your tent, and took a quick shower. The weather was warm enough to make the short walk in your nightie, so you strutted back to your tent with your legs and cleavage on proud display, your nipples pert under the satin night dress which was trimmed with thick lace, hanging from your shoulders by delicate spaghetti straps. You'd never have walked around in public like this if you had neighbours you weren't trying to fuck, but you were more than happy for the boys to look at you, and look they did. You gave them a short wave before you entered your tent, grabbing a new beer and your laptop and settling in to watch a movie.

[NEXT PART]

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 10: Love Spell

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader (child of Hecate)

You were in your cabin organizing your clothes before Leo burst in through the front door. It wasn’t unusual for him to, if anything you were surprised he finally decided to come in that way rather than sneaking through the back window.

“Come on! I found something near the lake!” Without waiting for you to ask anything, Leo went sprinting off. The only choice he left you was to follow behind him, and so you did.

You both ran through the camp like lunatics, passing by the other cabins and even a few campers glanced your way but it was obvious that none of them cared enough to find out why.

Soon enough you started passing less and less campers, you and Leo were the only people around.

Leo finally came to a stop and you leaned on your knees, chest heaving up and down from the exhaustion of running continuously.

You finally glanced up and took in the scenery. There was a blanket on the ground, a basket, and a cooler nearby.

Your gaze finally settled on Leo and his arm settled behind his neck, rubbing it sheepishly.

“You… put this together?” You were honestly sort of surprised. Ever since Leo proposed living at the Way station the only times you’d have dates was when you’d go to some shops nearby or have them at the station.

“Uh yea, do you like it?” Your silence seemed to have caused Leo to start worrying.

“Of course I do” you walked up to him and wrapped him in your embrace. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Leo didn’t seem to have an answer besides just being nervous and so you two sat down.

Leo quickly grabbed the basket. It didn’t have any actual dishes, just some snacks like fruit, chips, chocolate anything that you two both enjoyed.

“Where’d you get the cooler?” You’ve never seen it before.

“Oh, I asked Chiron if I could borrow it, luckily saving the world gave me that special ability.” Leo winked and acted all smug as if you weren’t there beside him the entire time.

“Leo, really?” You shoved him playfully and you began bringing out some of the foods you two would eat first.

For the most part you both just sat in comfortable silence eating the food that Leo had gathered. You were digging through the cooler to get out a drink and when you finally looked up Leo was holding a chunk of whatever it was that he was eating up to you.

It was clear as day that he wanted to feed you, I mean blud was literally blushing from head to toe.

That’s how he got when he’d do stuff that was actually considered romantic, none of that joke flirting.

You smiled and leaned in, eating the food he was offering you. Despite that, he still flinched and looked away.

“You’re so cute Leo” He sort of sputtered before retorting “nuh uh”

“Yuh huh”

“Nuh uh”

“Yes and that’s final” you finally resorted to shoving a chip into Leo’s mouth.

Luckily rather than getting upset he just happily munched on the chip and accepted defeat.

Soon enough you two quickly finished up some of the snacks and began cleaning up, putting away the left overs for another time.

You were about to put away the blanket too but Leo stopped you, proposing that you watch the sunset together. How romantic.

You two quickly sat down and settled in the direction of the setting sun. Leo wasted no time in settling on your lap to face the sunset too.

“Can I ask you a question?” Leo’s voice rang from where he was laying, your hand was absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“Yea, sure” you looked at him waiting for his question. Leo turned his body and head to look up at you in your lap, clearly having no care in the world about making sure he’s comfortable.

“Did you put a love spell on me?” Your eyebrows shot up, wouldn’t have been the first time someone asked you that question but Leos tone made it obvious he was sort of playing into it(?)

“Of course not” you huffed as you stifled a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Really?” Leo’s tone changed to a teasing one “you can tell me, I wouldn’t mind if you did”

At that you finally laughed, “no I didn’t, why are you so insistent that I did?”

A blush crept up his face but he made no move to look away this time, “because I love you”

It was your turn to be startled, your face wore a similar shade to his. Before he could get a terrible idea (aka thinking you didn’t return the feeling) you leaned down and kissed him.

In typical Leo fashion he wrapped his arms around your neck and brought you down. Not that you mind.

You two parted and Leo’s gaze was still on you, “so do you?”

“Huh?”

“Do you love me back?”

You let a laugh and nodded, “yes, I love you too”

You two sat there for a while before you realized that it was now pitch dark.

“Leo! We missed the sunset” you were totally distracted from it.

“That’s fine, we have tomorrow anyway.” Wel, that was true.

Leo got up and held a hand out for you to take, and of course you took it.

You two began making your way back to camp before Leo asked “do you think the harpy’s will rip us to shreds”

Damn, you didn’t think that far ahead.

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Could you write a connor stoll x daughter of Athena reader. Where connor watches the reader and another person do romantic kareoke and he gets jelous because he think the reader likes that person.

⬆️This was an anonymous ask, which I unfortunately lost because I accidently deleted it😭 I'm so sorry to whoever requested this, I hope you still find it in some way!

All my Loving

connor stoll x daughterofathena! reader

Summary: basically what the request says, made it a bit christmassy because its in less than a week (2 days now), and i miss the spirit

Warnings: none (I think), probs ooc everyone. We're just gonna ignore the fact that the Camp has the barrier that stops it from raining inside okay? I kind of forgot don't hate me love you guys xoxo. English isn't my first language, so there could be some errors

22nd of December. It was almost Christmas, and Camp Half-Blood was in a fuss between Christmas decorations, some of the campers packing to go back to their families the day after for the Holiday, and the preparations for the 24th and 25th for the other campers who would stay, everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, not leaving a lot of free time to wish everyone goodbye and a Merry Christmas.

Here came the Hermes Cabin, as always, to 'save the day' - as said by its residents. They decided to host a karaoke night on the 22nd as a sort of pre-Christmas celebration, so everyone could also enjoy it with their friends who would go away the next day.

Of course, everyone was invited - although it was still a mystery how the Hermes Cabin was always capable of pulling out all these big parties without getting in trouble - but you were still debating on whether to go or not, not being the most social type, and definitely not very inclined to be singing, but after contemplating for some minutes, you decided to cave in and go. Most of your half-brothers and sisters wouldn't be there, but, after all, Connor did ask you personally to come, saying that 'you would really do him a favour' because 'everyone was just so boring and no fun to be around', and you just couldn't say no to him, you were, besides, quite fond of both him and his brother and it would be rude to just not go.

I mean, you wouldn't have to sing anyways if you didn't want to, right? You could just go, have fun with your friends, have a few drinks, watch other people sing and, most importantly, spend a bit of time with Connor before you went back home to your family for the holiday's.

Well, you were wrong. Almost everything was going perfectly. You arrived at the cabin, said hello to some of your friends, poured yourself a drink, and then, as planned, you went to search for Connor, who you found in a corner next to his brother, who scattered away (not without tripping at least a few times) almost immediately after greeting you with a quick "Oh hello there, how are you? Everything okay? Hope you're enjoying yourself. Oh, just a minute, will you? I think someone's calling me - and then turning to his brother - catch you later, Con."

And that left just you and Connor alone, in an awkward silence. Although you were usually so talkative with him, it really wasn't so hard to open up when he was around. He always let you feel so comfortable without even trying, you guessed it was in his demeanour, the way he walked, the way he acted, you didn't know exactly, but he definitely wasn't much of an awkward person as you were, quite confident of himself, but quieter than his brother, calmer, which made him more likable in your opinion. He was fun to be around, very animated, but when needed, he could also be very sensible and almost a shoulder to cry on. He was just so.. warm, almost like the sun, or an oven! You weren't sure how to put it, but he did really remind you of freshly baked cookies, who were still warm ones out of the oven, but that you had to wait for to cool down before eating, otherwise it would be 'bad' for your stomach (at least according to your dad).

But maybe it was something in the air that night, the music was really loud and you already could barely hear yourself over the others singing, maybe it was Travis' abrupt disappearance, but neither of you said a word, not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' After some seconds, what must have felt like minutes, you decided to be the first one to break the silence, then you saw that he too wanted to say something, and opting to let him take the word instead, you leaned in to hear him better. But just then, some of your other friends called you, wanting you to come sing with them and even after making it pretty clear that you had no intention whatsoever of participating, they still dragged you out to the karaoke section, pretty much forcing you to sing at this point. Maybe you were exaggerating - well, you were definitely exaggerating - but at that moment, it felt like being processed to death, tragically waiting for a guillotine to cut your head off.

You didn't know how it happened, but you ended up having to sing a duet with some Apollo boy you didn't even know well, although quite cute in your opinion, you couldn't even seem to recall his name.

Not quite as bad as you thought it would be, the song went by really fast, and you could even say you had fun. After chatting a bit with the Apollo kid, finally remembering his name, and him suggesting to spend more time together once in a while, having enjoyed himself, you bid goodbye and immediately went back to find Connor, still a bit embarrassed by the public scene, which you still wished to have avoided.

Though, not being able to find Connor anywhere, you decided to ask his brother if he had seen him.

"Connor? I think I saw him going outside just a few minutes ago. If you see him, tell him to come inside quickly, will you? It's like freezing out there, and I don't even think he took his coat with him"

You thanked Travis, grabbed Connor's coat, which he left in the cabin (by demand of his older brother), and went outside as well, hoping to catch up with the latter, wherever he went to.

Travis was right. It was indeed freezing, and in the time you spent in the Hermes Cabin, it also had begun to snow. Realising this, your heart couldn't help but to warm up a little. You absolutely loved snow, especially in this time of the year, only adding more to the Christmas spirit already strong around the Camp.

You eventually found Connor after a while near the beach, the sand now mixing with the snow that was falling, secretly thanking the Gods that he didn't go into the forest or it would've been probably impossible to find him.

He was sitting on a random trench, with his back to you, looking out in the distance, to the stars or the sea you didn't know which, still not having noticed your presence behind him.

So, you carefully went up to him, anxious of approaching, like reaching out for a baby deer who would otherwise get scared if you were too loud. Not only that, but you were also anxious about what to say. He looked upset, and you didn't know why. For how much you tried, you just couldn't think of what could've made him so distressed. Was it something you said? Well, you didn't exactly say anything... was that it? Did he expect you to have said something? Had he wanted to tell you something before you were dragged away by your friends? Maybe it was just the change in the weather that affected him so much. It was always pretty warm at Camp anyway. Maybe it was something that had been going on all day, and you just didn't know. You only first saw him this evening, and he already looked pretty off.

Whatever it could've been, you decided to just go and rip the band-aid off. You would've to ask him directly what was wrong, so you could try and help and comfort him.

You were now not even a few steps behind him, but he was still oblivious of you being there (sometimes you asked yourself how he was still alive with how bad his hearing and reflexes were), so you extended your hand towards him, the one with which you were holding his coat, and poked him on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.

'Here, put it on, your brother is going to kill us both if you don't', you said, referring to the jacket, trying to relieve some of the tension around the air.

He didn't protest and grabbed the jacket, but he still didn't say anything and turned away immediately, his face impassable.

You set next to him, and for a while, just looked at him, not saying anything. Anxiety filled your stomach up to the point you thought you were going to feel sick. He didn't look only upset anymore but actually mad. Angry. And you were so scared it had to do with something you did. In the fraction of time you used to contemplate on what to say and how to start the conversation you were clearly about to have, he beat you to it and started first.

'Well, thanks for the coat. You can go back now if you'd like', he said, irritated, not once looking at your direction but keeping his eyes fixed on a vanishing point which you still couldn't figure out.

'Is something wrong? You know if something happened you can just tell me, I'm here to help you you know. Just.. please, I don't like to see you like this. You know if it's something I did, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. But just tell me, okay? I'm so sorry if I hurt you in any way.' You were desperate at this point, just hoping this would end soon. You'd never seen Connor this upset, and it quite frankly scared you a bit.

But just then, his gaze softened. He just couldn't stay mad at you, not like this, not seeing how much stress this caused you. He wasn't even mad at you. He could never be mad at you, not even if his life depended on it, he thought.

'No, I'm sorry, okay. Really. Just forget about it, I'm overreacting. It's nothing'. Although his voice was sincere, he felt like he needed to say more than that, much more, if he wanted to make it better. 'Look.. it's just that.. well. Just give me a moment, will you? I need to think of how to say this right.' It was now his turn to feel anxious, and he started picking at everything he could find to keep calm. His nails, the wood on the trench you two were sitting on, the zipper of his jacket, and so on.

You weren't doing much better, shaking your legs up and down, picking at the skin of your lips, and basically dying of anxiety. If you were exaggerating before, now you definitely weren't. You would've preferred the guillotine over this at any moment.

'Yes, of course, take all the time that you need. I'm here for you.'

And after that, it fell silent. The only sound you could hear were the waves of the sea and the snow falling on the both of you, and in the distance, a bit of the long forgotten party going on in the Hermes Cabin. You were now only waiting for Connor to start speaking. You wanted to say patiently, but it was eating you up inside.

A few minutes went by, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were about to say something before he beat you to it again.

'Okay, so this isn't going to be easy to say, but I want you to listen to me until I'm done. Please. I know I'm not the best speaker in the world, and I really did want to make this more worthy of you, more meaningful, but I'm probably gonna mess things up, so I'm sorry in advance, but just try and listen, okay?' He began, carefully, and you just nodded, following his instruction and waiting for him to continue.

'Okay so, well, I thought this was honestly kind of obvious already - he said this with a smile - but I really like you, and I mean really, since at least a few years I think already. And seeing you with that Apollo kid, I don't know it just made me mad, I thought I couldn't stand a chance against someone like that, so much more talented and what not than me. And not only him, I mean everyone. You're just so perfect in every sense, and I know you could do so much better than me, so I got a bit self-conscious, but that's it. I'm so sorry for worrying you. It really wasn't my intention to be such a dick, but my emotions got the better of me.'

You were left speechless. You really didn't know what to say. Not even a sound could come out of your mouth at that point. Luckily, it didn't have to because Connor went on before you could even think of anything to say.

'No, wait, don't say anything yet. I'm not finished. I want to say it better. This is definitely not how I imagined this. You know I made up so many speeches in my head, practising on what I would tell you if ever came the right moment. But I forgot all of them now, so I'll just have to figure something out,

'I am every second more infatuated by your presence, by your kindness, your beauty. You leave me without breath every time that I see you, and every time, just a bit more than the day before. Every time I look up at the stars, I'm reminded of you, perplexed on how the Gods didn't take you as the inspiration of such creations. Every time I look up at the moon, I can't think of anything else other than how your beauty surpasses even hers, how the reflection of the moonlight on the water isn't just an allegory of you. Because it's something so beautiful that you just can't take your eyes off it. How honey isn't scraped directly from your voice because it's even more sweet and warm than a cup of tea. You fill me with joy of which I've never experienced before, which I didn't even know was real. I'm at every second more and more confused on how all of nature doesn't revolve around you, on how it wasn't created for you and because of you, for at every thing I look at I am every constant reminded of you. If I ever was to meet Aphrodite, I know she would take your appearance and, although I can't dare say you are more beautiful than her or you know what would happen, I can say that in this world and all the universe you are one of the Gods' most beautiful creations. That if it weren't for Prometheus, I would steal the fire just for you, and you only, to keep you warm from days like this one. To keep you warm like you do constantly to me, by just your mere presence, by just an insignificant conversation you could have with me, which I hold dear forever and never forget. What I'm trying to say is that I don't only like you, no... no. I would hold up the sky full of stars and galaxies for you, I would go up to the moon to retrieve your lost items for you, even just to see your smile, to see you happy, to know that you are content. For you have already stolen my soul and hold my heart, I couldn't sell it to the devil, but I would, just to let him promise me to always keep you safe, that nothing could ever touch or hurt you. For you only I think and plan, for you only I ever want to live on. I love you, I really do, and I only hope for you to love me back at your own pace and time. But I could never force you to do anything. If you don't reciprocate my feelings, let's forget about this. Just go on with our daily lives. A simple no, or just a shake of your head, will silence me forever, I won't ever bother you again, I promise. But if there's even just one chance, a little bit of hope that you could give me a try, please don't let me wait for too long. Because how I am to take even one second longer of this I do not know.'

And with this, he stopped talking. He went completely mute, now only waiting for your answer, for a little hope.

But you didn't know what to say, how could after such a speech, such a confession? Anything you would say, even if meaningful, would never compete to something such beautiful and utterly captivating as this.

So you opted for saying exactly that.

'Connor.. I.. I'm really speechless, I don't know what to say, no, everything I would say could never compete with what you just did. I'm so sorry, but I really don't know how to own up to that.' You said with the biggest smile you ever had, which started growing since Connor began to speak.

'No, don't worry about that, just tell me, please. A yes or a no would be sufficient enough.' The poor boy was so stressed, but you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't you mocking him or anything like that. It was a genuinely happy laugh, like you've never had before. He also started laughing at this, being influenced by you.

'Stop laughing, I'm serious. You're making me sweat cold here.' He said, finally lighting up from his serious stance.

'I'm so sorry, but I just really can't see how you could've become this worked up only because I was singing Last Christmas with some guy. Like, really, from all the songs Last Christmas, that's not even classifiable as a real love song.' At this point, you just couldn't stop laughing, completely captivated, almost not being able to breathe anymore.

'Hey! That's not true. It's one of the greatest love songs ever written. And I'm honestly quite offended you didn't sing it with me, okay. You know how much I love Wham!' Saying this, he also kicked your leg playfully. Finally, the mood was completely lightened up. Now, the interaction being like one of the many you had every day.

'Okay, now on a serious note', you began, and you could see Connor tensing up again, 'yes. And a million times, yes. I really like you, Connor, and I've had probably since I came to this camp. I could even say that I love you too.. but maybe for that, I do need a bit of time. But I do want to give it a try, and more than one if need to. Just don't make anything like that up anymore. Otherwise, I'd just look like a bad girlfriend, okay? I can't even come up with a good speech to convince my dad to let me adopt a cat, even think of confessing my undying love for you. I just think I need a little bit more time than you, but I'll get there eventually, I promise. Just wait until you'll get a Jane Austen type letter under your pillow.' You finally said, as sincere as you could. You were truly so happy, and you think you've never been this happy ever in your life (at least not until your dad would finally cave in and let you get a cat).

Connor, too, was happy. Oh, so happy, he thought he could break out in some type of dance right there and walk up to the sky to get a handful of stars to gift to you. But that was impossible, so he opted to wrap an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

And like that, you stayed for a while, just you two together under the snow looking up at the stars and into the horizon.

'Don't worry, if we ever move in together, we're gonna adopt not one cat, but at least twenty, be sure of that.' He said.

Okayy this is it! I really hope you like this. omg, it came out so much longer than I was expecting. Also im so sorry it took so long to write but I was really busy with school! Also im honestly very happy about the ending. Hope you guys like it!

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you write for so many characters that I absolutely adore oml.

Could you write some kind of Alastor x new-to-hell reader? (I feel like this would be really interesting :3)

Also since I'm likely gonna be putting in a lot of reqs I'm claiming an Emoji (🖋 <- this one) so you know which anon this is teehee

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♡A/N: RAAAAAAA HELLO I KNOW YOU GFYFGG im glad you found my blog!!! I also made sure to make this on this specific day for you,,, ♡

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Alastor x New Sinner Reader!

Tw: mentions of death and murder, and of stalking

• okay, the fact you manage to catch the eye of NONE OTHER than the famous and feared Radio Demon is beyond believable

• your new, you must have done something to become his intrest. I dont think he will just pluck you out of the streets as soon as you spawned because he wanted to

• maybe you found yourself in the middle of a turf war or spawned while he and some other demon were in a battle. Maybe you killed another demon on pure accident. And maybe, due to him working with Charlie, maybe he decided not to kill you instantly and offered you the hotel. Since you are new, perhapse you wanted redemption? Hell knows that charlie would be ecstatic to have a new member!

• so, you go with Alastor to the hotel! Meeting an overjoyed Charlie and the rest of the crew!

• though, Alastor kept his eyes on you. Your new, he couldnt have a new member of the hotel accidently step into a war of some sorts and have yourself killed the moment he looks away.

• so, you being as clueless as you are, Alastor reluctantly decided he was going to teach you what to do and not to do in hell! Charlie thought it was a wonderful idea, finding it unbelievable that Alastor was the one to come up with the idea AND go along with it

• so, Alastor would take you out of the hotel and teach you certain things, like how to categorize lower level demons and higher ranking demons, how to protect yourself while walking the street from others who want to harm you

• "no no, you go for the heart, thats the liver"

• after you manage to learn alot from Alastor! Suprisingly, he is quiet a good teacher! But, instead of leaving you to yourself, he would be found occasionally hanging around you

• others would take notice how they always were able to find Alastor wherever you are, and when confronted about it, he would completely shoot down their question and change the subject

• Alastor thought you needed more protection. Though he did teach yoi how to take care of yourself, he still found a need to watch over you, to protect you. A worm of worry that wiggled in his chest when he cant spot you in the hotel.

• Alastor dosnt bring you along to his meetings, to keep his reputation and to protect you from certain eyes. If you are with the Radio Demon, then you have a bigger target on your head

• though, he does sometimes take you to his visits with Rosie!

• she adores you, finding you the cutest little thing. She sure was suprise to find a new sinner with Alastor, and one Alastor was so protective over, but she left it be, finding you precious and telling you stores from her time while sharing tea.

• though, a few of the staff of the hotel were,,, concerned for you. Husk especially. Having the Radio Demon on your back was certainly something new and worrying to him. Maybe he got you under contract, too. When he asked you about it, you shrugged it off and smiled like you hadnt even noticed! It baffled him, and how your mood didnt seem to dim when Alastor came around to check up on you.

• Vox, well, lets just say he may or may not have been the first overlord to actually notice you and your presence with Alastor. He has camaras everywhere, especially hidden outside of the hotel, he dosnt miss anything. So when he realized that the Radio demon was being friendly with a someone new he was not a happy camper

• he ended up confronting Alastor about it during their next meeting. And the way he quickly shut up apon noticing Alastors mood shift when you were mentioned had him traumatized. Velvet had to help him fix his screen after that

• Alastor is quite protective over you, even if you dont realize it, he has one of his little weird minions keeping an eye on you at all times when he isnt there, just to make sure you dont do something stupid.

-EXTRA-

• if you, instead of being a weak newcomer, started making a name for yourself withoit wasting any time, maybe killing off demons left and right or taking down a few overlords, you definitely have his attention

• you remind him of his old new sinner self, so he happily makes his presence known to you, and openly offers to guide you to make a name for yourself like he did

• he would show you how to take down even the most powerful overlords, collect souls to feed your power, and even how to keep your clothes from getting messy after killing so many!

• you are much like his apprentice. Following him wherever he goes and listening to him teach you about something.

• if you become powerful like him, you two become a quick and good duo! Both pf you being feared!

• though, he still makes sure you dont hurt yourself. No matter how powerful you have become, he makes sure you dont slip up and hurt yourself, or let someone hurt you. <3